Those feelings stirring within him, Hagrid began to moan and shift in his chair while the three witches continued to gyrate their young bodies against his. Pulling on their cloaks and closing the heavy door behind them, they trudged happily back up the hill to Hogwarts and their beds. Hagrid’s head swam and his pulse quickened as the potion Hermione had crafted earlier and mixed in the shampoo of each of the girls began to have it’s desired effect. Luna’s pussy was beet red as the fingers of one hand banged into them, spraying her feminine juices out over Hagrid’s balls and thighs and over Ginny’s head as she knelt down there, licking Hagrid’s ball sack again. The fireplace seemed to make the room feel unusually hot to him as the three cherubs wriggled their bodies against his, their arms massaging his huge body over his rough wool shirt, their legs, all smooth and white, peeking out from under their Gryffindor skirts, rubbing against his legs. Hermione had undone his shirt and was amazed at the thicket
